My god.
It seriously looks like I have a very large watermelon strapped to my abdomen. It feels like I have a very large watermelon inside of my abdomen, which is far worse.
I am thankful and happy and lucky and excited that I am growing a healthy baby. I really, really am. But I am now done growing a baby. I am not a small girl, and I am near toppling over from the weight of this thing when I stand up. I'm sore and stiff and sick and done.
I'm also sick of my ongoing internal dialogue about whether I'm having a contraction or gas or appendicitis or getting ready to pop out a kid within the next 5 minutes. It's never anything. And I can't relax and that's not helping anything. And now I'm hot again.
D O N E.
I am thankful and happy and lucky and excited that I am growing a healthy baby. I really, really am. But I am now done growing a baby. I am not a small girl, and I am near toppling over from the weight of this thing when I stand up. I'm sore and stiff and sick and done.
I'm also sick of my ongoing internal dialogue about whether I'm having a contraction or gas or appendicitis or getting ready to pop out a kid within the next 5 minutes. It's never anything. And I can't relax and that's not helping anything. And now I'm hot again.
D O N E.